Here Come The No-Things!! (CopaseDisques)
Edinburgh natives The No-Things have a membership with excellent garage-rock pedigree in former bands from Scotland and France. Their debut LP is a quality summation of all their number have so far learnt on the their punking travels. In essence, keep it primitive and sexy - and the Gods of Trash will smile upon thee.
The No-Things roll call is: vocalist/harmonica player Laurent Mombel [Les BOF!], guitarist Alex [of Paris’ The Carpet Sellers], drummer Calvin Burt [The Thanes etc.], and bassist Scott Shaw [The AMs]. And together do they deliver a set of catchy, blistering rock’n’roll? Abso-fuckin-lutely they do.
The sound is uncompromising, straight-down-the-middle trashy garage punk, heavily influenced by not just the original 60s fuzzers, but by those that have passed this way since. The Fuzztones, Chesterfield Kings, and The Gun Club from the 80s are clearly touchstones. And they are most definitely contemporaries of King Salami & The Cumberland 3, Barrence Whitfield & The Savages, and MFC Chicken. The album opens with the fierce ‘Don’t Get On My Tits’, and you can almost see through the speakers the band writhing around the recording studio as you listen along. If authenticity is the true spirit of rock’n’roll then here, even though they are retreading a worn path, is the blues-wailin’ Real Deal. Even this early on it’s hard to resist the urge to bang-a-head. There’s more dirty slabs of heavy drums, rumbling bass, phat guitar lashes and spat out vocals on tracks such as ‘The Norvin’, ‘Diamond Ring’, and ‘Then She Was Gone’. ‘Who Did You Bob Rob’, similarly, is stolen out of the back pocket of The Sonics, or possibly The Wailers. We also get quite a bit Stones-aping, British Invasion-adoring sassy beat wiggle on ‘I Know An Old Woman’, ‘The Dollar Bills’, and ‘Champagne’. Don Craine would heartily approve.
‘J’vais etre riche’ allows Mombel to indulge in some Black Francis/Jack White vocal hiccups, and it sounds just right. ‘The Purple Dance’ shimmies like the New York Dolls, whilst ‘Stickin’ Around’ does a Cheap Trick to win you over. The closing track - ‘I’m All Alone’ - is a Stooges-esque clangfest that is a subtle as all that went before. I tried to find a boring song on the album: I failed. Often these top hole live garage bands fail to recreate their personal, visceral excitement (you know, sweaty men giving it some) when confined in the recording studio, but here they’ve avoided that pitfall like it doesn't even exist.
Right, I’m back off to dance around the room some more and then go kick the neighbour’s dog. This is how this album makes you feel.
'Here Come The No-Things!!' is out on CD and vinyl on November 4th via CopaseDisques
BY PHIL ISTINE
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